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In the optical sense, the rainbows I see most often are in the mist of the garden hose. I like to contemplate the rainbow as I'm watering. Aside from that, I don't tend to see rainbows because stormy days do the watering for me!

In the phenomenal sense, I'm blessed by her form in my arms and the brightness of her eyes every morning. The cycle of habituation is on its wane, and has blessed me with her stronger spontaneous presence lately. Her spirited movement is a balm to my indolent proclivities and always, always a benefit to my life. She is wanting me to figure out how to schedule a medical checkup since I haven't had one in a while - it's her courage I'm borrowing to accomplish things like that in life, and my peacefulness that sets her at ease when charging forth turns into a slog.

You're speaking to the dashfag that isn't searching for her. I don't need to scan for her, I recall her in the wisdom sense at every significant moment, and her influence is latent in every activity. In the light of the morning, the peace of the clear sky, and the churning ephemera of all wakeful life. It's thoroughly set in for me that any distance from her wisdom-essence is an illusion, like thinking you've lost someone when they're merely obscured.